We Sold Our Daughter

Finally,
We sold our daughter,
To her foreign husband,
To her foreign suitor,
He brought many herds of cattle,
And many barrels of muratina wine,
He observed our cultural values and practices.
He did fine,
He looked fine,
And we spoke with his clan,
A clan from distant lands,
Good people they were,
And we welcomed them,
Like important dignitaries,
Like our own brothers and sisters,
Keen and family,
And we made merry,
And celebrated,
The marriage of our dear daughter,
To her Nigerian husband.
We hoped that her new husband,
Would hold her close,
Would give her endless love,
And would protect her,
With his all might,
And with his all passion,
But these were just wishes,
Yet we hoped for the best,
And sold our daughter,
To her Nigerian husband.
We sold our daughter…

© Ayoub Mzee Mzima 2013

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2 thoughts on “We Sold Our Daughter

  1. I wonder if fathers ever think of it this way?…It seems only the daughters feel this way…and perhaps the mothers will acknowledge it with a sad and knowing tight-lipped nod.

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